The Process [f/f, sci-fi, oral]
The Process

   Her glistening body rose before me as the pedestal lifted
her higher, so that we could view her with more ease.  Her
breasts were forever firm, and nipples were pointed in a
state of permanent hardness.  The soft petals of her lips
were parted slightly, as if ready for a kiss.  Her nude body
was long and slim, perfectly toned and untouched by age--she
had been young.  It was easy to tell that somehow, from the
expression on her face she had been bright and vivacious in
life.

   I sighed as sadness swept over my heart.  I went up to
the cold metal platform that seemed almost like a throne for
this woman, with her beautiful white hair draped around her
and her supple body lying almost casually along the metal.
The cold, impersonal white starkness of the room made me
pity her even more.  I was glad it wasn't me lying in front
of strangers as an example.  And I was saddened that such a
vital human was gone.

   As I reached my hand out to touch her soft skin, the hand
of the doctor who had performed the procedure snaked out to
snatch my arm away.

   "Don't touch her!  This is a very sensitive state that
this specimen is in, and we can't afford to skew the results
in any way," he hissed, frowning at me as if I was scum, as
if I was a Terran.  My eyes searched his face for empathy,
and finding none, I tore my gaze from his to look at this
woman once more.

   She was mysterious, to say the least.  Her eyes were
closed--I wondered what color they had been--and her face
was almost porcelain pale, with slight touches of pink at
the apple of her cheeks.  She had almost been smiling when
she'd been Processed, a ghostly grin that swept her face
obligingly, as though she had refused to accept her fate.
I stuffed my hands in the pockets of the regulation brown
Starside uniform, and tried to stop the growing flush of
of my face when I moved my glance to her mons.

   She was perfectly shaved.  Not a hair could be seen,
therefore all of her glorious beauty was revealed.  As I
gazed at her adoringly, the beings I was with took notes and
murmured observations, while I felt myself becoming sexually
aroused--barely aware of it.  I couldn't afford to show lust
for this woman, though--unlike the old days of "Don't ask,
don't tell" policies, they certainly did ask in these days,
and they knew it when you didn't tell.  Lesbians, luckily,
are not as persecuted as men.  I suddenly wondered why I'd
came.

   I had no scientific interest in this body.  I was not a
scholar, nor a future doctor.  I was going to be a ship
   captain, to be the very best of what this section of the
galaxy had to offer.  In my training, they wanted to show me
what they were capable of, in case I ever had thoughts of
rebelling.  This woman had been put through a process that
had stopped aging so completely that she would never have
another heartbeat echo through her youthful body.  She'd
remain the way she was, unchanged forever, untouched even by
decay.  It was a measure of punishment--this woman had been
Processed because she had not been able to keep her ships
within the Federal boundaries.

   Her medical sheet read that she had been just a few light-
years off course, in Terran property, and they'd caught her
immediately.  The border guards had called for backup, and
in a rush to escape, she forced her ship to go so fast that
the complex mechanics of the engine simply died.  They'd
taken her, fighting like an animal, into custody.

   I stole a last glance at her as we filed obligingly out
of the room.  I wished, longingly, that she could open her
eyes and look at me.


                            * * *


   Quietly, with the computer's voice synthesizer volume
turned down all the way, I managed to slip out of my
regulation quarters, the silky fabric of my sleek nightgown
brushing against my smoothly shaved legs.  The
hallways of the ship were dark, all light outside sucked by
the extreme speed we were traveling at.  Faster than light.
The dim corridor lights were the only things that saw me
steal down the pseudo-carpeted floors.  When the lights were
gone, I could easily make my way through the pitch-black
spaceship with my night vision contacts.  I went through the
main engine room to take a back door into the medical
examiner's office, one that wouldn't automatically observe
my name and rank.  I prowled about as if I was a cat, and
finally, I arrived at my destination.

   I mentally ordered the computer to open the gate, giving
it a hacked medical examiner's security code.  It let me in
without question.  As the door shut behind me, I squinted my
eyes to find where she was.  Finally, I saw the woman in the
distant corner of the room, still elevated on the cold metal
platform, about as high as the bottom curve of my breasts.

   She was beautiful.  Her pussy was perfectly round and
smooth, and I felt my wetness growing at my desire of her.
I sighed softly, biting my lip, as I strode towards her.
Now I would give her the touch that had been denied to me
earlier.

   Oh, her face.  I almost wanted to cry at the sight, her
voice forever silenced, her expressions forever petrified.
I'd wanted her when she was alive.  I'd wanted her before I
knew her.  Before I had heard of her--the daring shipman,
the quickest and most efficient in the fleet, I'd somehow
   wanted her deep in the core of my soul.  Now here she was,
full splendor of her nakedness before me, and we couldn't
engage in the activities that I'd dreamed of.  I lifted a
hand slowly, a tear making its wet path across my face, and
reached to touch her hand in my grief.

   It was as naturally warm, as if she'd been breathing.
The Process was a mysterious one, and the person only
appeared to be in an unchanging sleep.  But I'd never
thought her skin would be this warm and vital.  It felt as
if blood was still surging through her veins.  I ran my
fingers from her hand up to her arm, feeling the dry, smooth
skin.  I caressed the hollow of her shoulder, and , with
trepidation, touched her breast.  It moved slightly in my
hand as I squeezed it gently, feeling the warm mass
underneath my palm.  I drew a shuddering breath at the feel
of her body molding underneath my fingers.  I teased the
nipple slowly, feeling the hard skin between my fingers.  I
squeezed it, ran my fingers across the bumpy skin around it,
and finally, when my desire overcame me, I leaned down to
take it into my mouth.

   I held it between my teeth, reveling in the sensation of
her hardness between my lips.  I flicked my tongue at the
tip of her nipple, moving it back and forth quickly, hoping
that she was deriving pleasure from it in some way.  I bit
it gently, and a soft moan echoed through the room.

   I jerked up with surprise, and her wide eyes, the color
of the forests back on Earth, gazed back at me with lust.
She lifted a hand to me, and her long fingers pressed gently
against my head as she whispered, "Continue."  And so I did.

   I kissed and nibbled her nipple with enthusiasm, reaching
my hand as far as it would go, to her other breast.  She
noted my discomfort--I was so wrapped in my pleasures, that
I barely noticed my lack of ease--and tugged my arm softly,
encouraging me to climb up on the platform with her.  I
momentarily removed my head from her nipple, and put both of
my hands against the side of the platform, which was chest
level.  I pushed myself up with strong arms, swung my legs
over the side, and mounted the platform after a short
struggle.  My body jerked with the shock of the cold metal
against the bare skin of my legs and thighs.

   She smiled softly--her smile was like a sunbeam shedding
over the darkness of my soul--and I felt my body melt at her
presence.  I bowed my head deeply in respect, gulping
audibly with nervousness.  She giggled, and whispered--
"There is no need to bow.  I am not your superior, at least,
not anymore."  I nodded in assent, and she looked at me with
a needy expression on her face.  I knew she wanted me to keep 
going.

   I leaned down over her naked body, and kissed her between
her breasts, my hands massaging her nipples.  I slowly
worked my lips down her soft skin, tasting the slight
perspiration and the sweetness of her body with the tip of
my tongue.  Nipping at her upper belly, I massaged her
nipples with firmer pressure.  She groaned, weaving her
fingers in my hair.  I crawled still lower, licking and
   nibbling at the very swell of her stomach.  Her body twisted
slightly underneath me in excitement, and she pressed my
head against her belly.  I slipped my tongue into her belly
button, wiggling it in there for a second before I took it
back out, and traced a line down to the sensitive skin
between her stomach and her mons.  She gasped when I lapped
at it teasingly, thrusting her pussy ever so gently upwards
at me, unconsciously begging for more.  Watching her writhe
under my tongue, I crept still lower.

   Then I lifted myself up, and, kneeling between her legs,
I gently kissed her hard clit, with just a whisper of a
caress on her inner thighs.  She sighed as I rubbed the tip
of my tongue against her, feeling her hot sex against me.
The aroma was musky, and nearly drove me wild with its
headiness.  I wanted nothing more than to dive into her
pussy, and make wild, fast love to her, but I couldn't bring
myself to do it.  It wasn't gentle enough for her, it seemed-
-I didn't want to shock her in any way, to make her feel
uncomfortable.  So I slowly licked at her clit with my
quivering tongue, bringing it from the very tip of her
hardness to the edges of her pussy hole.  I dipped the tip
of my tongue into her pussy, pressing it against the tight
hole, and she moaned quite loudly, pressing her pussy
against me.  I moved my hand from her nipple to her pussy
and slid a finger inside.

   Inside, it was wet, warm, hot.  It was so many sensations
at once, that I lost my breath, and felt my panties getting
moister by the second.  I wriggled against the cotton
fabric, trying to find a position that would relieve me at
the same time that I pleasured her.  I pushed the thought
out of my head when I realized what I was doing and chided
myself that it was her moment, her that I was trying to
please.  I could feel the warm walls of her pussy twitching
around my finger, holding it tight, as I slowly stroked my
slim finger up and down inside her.  She was moaning and
panting steadily now, her sex throbbing with pleasure,
pulsing with excitement.  I nibbled at her clit, sucking it
gently, as her hips rocked in a steady rhythm against my
face.

   Without warning, I took her clit between my teeth and
massaged my tongue almost furiously against it as I drove my
finger in and out of her hot, pink pussy even faster than
before.  She let out a shriek of joy, followed by moans and
unintelligible words.  I went harder at it, my eager tongue
working as hard as it could to flick her clit as my teeth
massaged it.  The walls around my finger suddenly got
slicker and hotter, clamping down on my small tool.  I felt
my excitement elevate, and my clit throbbed painfully
against my panties.  My pussy was twitching uncontrollably
as she convulsed into orgasm after orgasm, finally letting
out a long cry of pleasure before she collapsed back onto
the heated metal platform.  I licked the juices from her
pussy, reveling in the sweet, tart taste of her, wanting
more.  I licked up and down her slit, and gave her clit one
last kiss before I drew myself up to look at her.

   Her face was unchanged, the faint smile returned to her
soft lips, her brilliant green eyes closed.  Her face once
again bore a pale porcelain color, the flush of the orgasm
gone.  I felt sadness again--I'd believed, just for a
moment, that she was alive.  I'd let myself believe, and as
I crept away from the room, I tried not to feel my heart
breaking once again.